The Fog

Vent art alert!   So recently, something has just been WRONG with my conduit of inspiration. Deeply, deeply wrong. I dunno quite what has caused it, but it's been horrible. I haven't been motivated to draw or write or create pretty much ANYTHING, and if I've tried, I've become bored/irritated with the thing almost instantly and stopped before I could even really start. And I've had about enough of this, thank you!

It's funny how in these times, Mask Face is the first figment of my imagination that I try to reconnect with. More evidence that she may be my muse... I call on her not necessarily for inspiration with her own story, but inspiration in general. And fittingly, during this horrible dry spot, she's been very hard to reach, almost like she's not there, or else hidden in a... a fog of sorts. It's very weird how much I've come to require her presence in my heart to feel... well... full. If she IS my muse, well then... she'd be the source of my inspiration, wouldn't she? And without inspiration, I wouldn't be a storyteller, and then, by gum, my very purpose would be gone.

Whatever she is, muse or not, she's clearly a deep and necessary part of my spirit, AND the heralding character of what is probably the most potent story I'll ever tell, so it's kind of a given she inspires me so much.

Here she is, though, peeking out of the fog, for a blessed moment! (She looks so sad though... I guess she reflects how I was feeling when I started this. :< ) Maybe this means I'm about to find my inspiration anew. That would be great... I need it to operate happily and purposefully through life.

...Okay, I'll stop rambling now. xD